Jinyu sat in front of the window, and the sound of rain was pouring outside.

She remembered what the old nun had said to her in her previous life.

People will only understand in the end that the real struggle is not for bad people to hurt good people, but for ordinary people to hurt ordinary people, and in the end, everyone is ordinary people.

In her previous life, Jinyu thought that she was really a good person, and she didn't have a deep hatred for those people until she died, but now she understands that it is not kindness, but cowardice.

Zhang Jinyu was afraid of fighting those people head-on in her previous life, because she herself knew that she was very cowardly, in fact, after her mother died, Jinyu did not think about avenging her, but wanted to escape from that place quickly and protect herself, like a beggar who desperately wants to find a place to stay, no matter where it is.

She stretched out her hand to catch the cold rain, and the crystal droplets of water slid down Jinyu's white fingers, the slippery and cool feeling made her feel both painful and happy, in short, human beings have always been extremely complicated, Jinyu said to herself.

"I'm not afraid of anything anymore, really."

She took out the golden hairpin.

In the Forbidden City, there is no rain on a moonlit night.

In the Qingyan Palace, the fragrance of red sandalwood is extremely strong, Zhao Ke doesn't like this smell very much, but this kind of fragrance was used by the mother concubine when she was alive, although she didn't like it very much, but he still kept it, he looked up at the huge night pearl, and narrowed his eyes.

"Gonggong Li, this light is too dazzling, but it makes me a little unable to read the book." The purple-clothed father-in-law who was waiting on the side adjusted the direction of the pearl that night.

"The emperor hasn't gone to bed so late, what are you looking at?" A man in a bright yellow shirt came from the palace tent, Zhao Ke put down his pen and saluted the man.

"The emperor visits his father."

"Get up, how many times have I said it, you don't have to stick to these false courtesies." His Majesty the Emperor helped Zhao Ke up, Zhao Ke smiled and said: There should still be a number of courtesies, otherwise you should be scolded by Mr. Gongming. ”

"This Song Gongming is also really, he taught my emperor to be like this."

"Father, don't blame Mr. Gongming, the child thinks Mr. Gongming's teaching is very interesting." His Majesty the Emperor raised his eyebrows and said with a smile, "Really? I've heard that he punished you for copying the book many times. ”

"The child is stupid, and he doesn't understand what the gentleman says." Zhao Ke was ashamed, the emperor stretched out his hand, touched his head, and said gently, "Don't worry, pay attention to your body, I will come to see you tomorrow." ”

"Yes, Father."

Zhao Ke raised his head, looked at the words he had written, and read slowly.

"What people can't do, everything can be done through forbearance, can you do it?" Gonggong Li lowered his head at this time, his whole face was submerged in darkness, Zhao Ke stood up, put the piece of paper on the candle on the side, and the bright yellow flame swallowed this excellent paper.

"Your Highness, Miss Jinyu, it seems that I have written you a letter," said Gonggong Li, who was almost in the background, Zhao Ke turned around, his eyes widened, and he said slightly anxiously.

"What about faith?"

"Before those people knew, burned." That Gonggong Li raised his head and looked at Zhao Ke with a cold smile, Zhao Ke was silent for a moment, and then said slowly.

"Well done."

"Father is preparing to drive the royal expedition, Gonggong Li, do you think I should go with him?" Zhao Ke raised his eyebrows and asked, perhaps even he didn't realize how similar his actions were to his father.

"How can I, a slave, speculate about the master's affairs." Gonggong Li knelt on the ground and lowered his head, extremely humble, Zhao Ke squatted down and lifted Gonggong Li's chin with his fingers, an unusually handsome face, and his facial features were so upright that he didn't look like a real person.

"In that case, why did you burn my letter without permission?" Zhao Ke's tone was unusually dangerous, but the strange Gonggong Li was still humble and obedient, but there was no trace of fear.

"Your Highness, didn't you say that the slave did a good job?"

"Those are two different things." Zhao Ke stood up, looked at Gonggong Li, who was still kneeling on the ground, and said again, "Who are you?" Who sent you? Father-in-law Li stood up and patted the dust on his body.

"Your Highness doesn't care about my identity, the only thing I have to do is to keep you safe."

"Then why didn't you show up when I was kidnapped?"

That Gonggong Li suddenly laughed, and even that unusually handsome face became extremely weird,

"Your Highness thinks you would have been alive without me?"

"Then there is Father-in-law Lao Li, I still need you to control my life." Zhao Ke sat at the table and began to transcribe again, at this time Gonggong Li turned back into the shadows, as if nothing had happened,

Zhao Ke's heart was very uncalm at this time, this Gonggong Li appeared in his bedroom unconsciously not long ago, and it seemed that the first time he saw him was the day he was kidnapped.

At that time, he followed his father's private visit to Weifu, and a group of assassins suddenly attacked, and then he was captured, and he remembered that at that time, before he left the palace, there seemed to be someone who said something to him to be careful.

It's this Grandpa Li.

"Your Highness, it's late at night, it's time to go to bed." Cheng's father-in-law, who had served Zhao Ke for many years, said that he came in from outside and saw that Zhao Ke was still writing.

"Well, I'm a little tired, too."

"Wait for His Highness to go to bed." A group of palace maids came in, Zhao Ke was at his mercy like a puppet, and at this time he thought of a person, Jinyu.

His legs and feet were very inconvenient at that time, she helped with many things, she was never so gentle, always rampantly stripped off her clothes, but he was the only one who was embarrassed.

"Go down, all of you."

"Yes." Uniform sound,

Zhao Ke was lying alone on a large golden silk nanmu bed that could fit ten people, with a delicate and intricate silk veil above his head, and only the sound of his own breathing in the silent and tall palace.

Not even a hint of wind.

"Jinyu."

Zhao Ke said suddenly.

Jinyu suddenly woke up from the bed, her whole body was already soaked with sweat, she dreamed that she had become a vicious woman like Zhang Jinsu in her previous life, and then, her enemy, her family, her friend.

All dead.

Then Jinyu found everyone in the Infernal Hell, whether it was the good people she thought was or the bad people she hated, all in the lake of fire and sulfur, in pain, and then screamed and said to Jinyu.

"You hurt me! You hurt me! ”

She covered her face, unable to believe that she had burst into tears.

What the hell does she have to do so that she doesn't hurt others.

The Buddha said that he thought of hell, but Jinyu felt that his thoughts were hell.